Furious Rage

A quarter of an hour later.

Two men in yellow happened to meet at the end of the street.

"Tan Liang, how did things go on your side?"

Lu Hui asked casually.

"I collected quite a bit of money—several hundred taels of silver, plus some jewelry and the like."

Tan Liang carried several large and small bundles in his hands.

"About the same on my side."

"Once we distribute this wealth, we should be able to bring in quite a few more followers."

Lu Hui was all smiles.

"Mm. Let's hand it over to the Sorcerer first."

Tan Liang nodded lightly.

The two walked shoulder to shoulder to a residence deep within an alley and pushed open the courtyard gates.

Creak~~~

It was as though they had opened the gates of hell.

Thud! Thud!

Two dull impacts rang out.

The two men's heads were viciously smashed apart by a Golden Gourd Great Hammer.

"Not bad. There's quite a lot of money."

Qin Yang roughly inspected the things they had been carrying and revealed a satisfied smile.

He swiftly shut the courtyard's wooden gates again. After moving the two corpses into the house, he hid behind the gate and continued waiting for destined visitors.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The Other Shore Cult members likely never imagined that someone would dare to lie in ambush so brazenly at their stronghold.

Like Calabash Brothers Saving Grandpa, they came knocking one after another.

Whenever someone entered, Qin Yang warmly greeted them with the Golden Gourd Hammer in his hand.

Heads were smashed apart one after another like watermelons.

In a single night, Qin Yang smashed more than a dozen heads.

He had gained so much gold, silver, and jewelry that he could only carry it all in a large bundle on his back.

It was not until the latter half of the night, when Qin Yang estimated there would be no one else coming, that he left the residence.

Following the old rules, he first went to the North River and threw the Golden Gourd Hammer into the river before returning to Qin Manor.

"After making such a huge mess this time, the Other Shore Cult will definitely be hopping mad."

"But what can they do? They'll never trace it back to me, and it'll even make them hesitate like a rat afraid to smash a vase."

"Who would think that a saber practitioner would use a Golden Gourd Hammer to kill people?"

After killing so many Other Shore Cult members tonight, the gloom in Qin Yang's heart was finally swept away, leaving him thoroughly refreshed.

He took tonight's spoils from the bundle.

First came the silver. He could spend that freely, since no one could trace its source.

He needed to be more cautious with jewelry and ornaments. Qin Yang intended to hide them for a while, then have Li Baling's father sell them once the storm had passed.

Li Tong ran a gold and silver jewelry shop, so he was the perfect person for the job.

After killing people, his thoughts flowed freely. Rather than sleeping, he changed out of his Night-Robes, sat cross-legged, and cultivated the Azure Wave Blood Transference Method.

For now, he had merely vented his anger.

With his current strength, the Other Shore Cult remained a colossal monster that he could not confront head-on.

His qi and blood slowly circulated through his body before gathering in his kidneys, where it began to emit the sound of surging tides.

Wave upon wave.

After eight Azure Waves, the commotion gradually subsided.

Soon afterward, however, the room once more filled with the endless roar of turbulent waves.

Other Shore Cult stronghold.

Zhou Weichan, broad and powerfully built, his bald head tattooed with black patterns that coiled like something crouching there, stared at the dozen or so corpses in the room with anger written across his face.

"Good! Good! Good!"

He said "good" three times in a row, yet his voice was venomous beyond measure.

"Don't ever let me find you!"

Yesterday's Outer City riot had gone so successfully that Zhou Weichan had originally been delighted.

But when he received word and arrived at this stronghold, every trace of good cheer vanished.

Only rage and hatred remained.

With a single glance at the state of the corpses, he knew they had died exactly like the bald Sorcerer from before.

"You all leave first."

Zhou Weichan spoke flatly.

Several subordinates cupped their fists and withdrew, locking the door behind them.

The moment the door was shut, the entire room filled with a rank, bloody stench.

The temperature was not high at the moment. Otherwise, the smell would have been even worse.

After all, more than a dozen corpses with shattered heads and flowing blood had been piled together so densely. It would have been strange if they did not stink.

Zhou Weichan stared at Feng Li's corpse, then suddenly took out a small knife, cut off his head, and wrapped it in cloth.

Only after finishing everything did he leave the room.

"Clean up every corpse inside properly."

Zhou Weichan barked.

Several people answered loudly.

Only then did Zhou Weichan leave with Feng Li's head in hand.

Only one day had passed since the Qing Tian Festival.

Yet the Outer City, having endured yesterday's riot, resembled a ghost city.

The streets were strewn with rubbish, while many households had hung white mourning streamers. Faint sounds of weeping drifted through the air.

During last night's unrest, many innocent commoners had also been caught up in the chaos and lost their lives.

Such was a troubled age.

Human lives were as insignificant as blades of grass.

Even in broad daylight, there were very few pedestrians on the streets. Many people did not dare linger outside.

Still, the occasional constable could be seen.

It seemed yesterday's riot had drawn some attention after all.

Zhou Weichan knew his appearance was too conspicuous and could easily arouse suspicion, so he deliberately traveled through narrow alleys.

After passing through several streets, he entered a pharmacy.

Within the pharmacy, an elderly voice was busily treating many impoverished commoners.

That person was none other than Yao Ya, the shopkeeper of Daliang Pharmacy.

When Yao Ya saw Zhou Weichan, he gave a slight nod.

After returning the gesture, Zhou Weichan walked directly to the pharmacy's back entrance and entered a small room.

Inside the small room.

A faint scent of burning sandalwood lingered in the air.

A white-robed elder sat cross-legged, cultivating.

The old man seemed particularly fond of jade. Jade ornaments covered his entire body.

A pendant hung from his neck, prayer beads circled his wrist, and he even rolled two pale White Jade Balls in his hand.

"Spirit Sorcerer, this is Feng Li's head."

"I want to see who killed him."

Zhou Weichan said respectfully.

"Put it down," the white-robed elder said calmly.

Zhou Weichan hurriedly opened the bundle in his hands and placed Feng Li's head before the white-robed elder.

The white-robed elder extended a withered palm and struck out like lightning.

Pfft!

His five fingers viciously plunged into Feng Li's crown.

After a while.

The white-robed elder frowned slightly. "I did not see the killer's face. He had covered it. I only know that the weapon he used was a Golden Gourd Hammer."

"A Golden Gourd Hammer makes this easy."

"In Linjiang City, there should be very few people who use such a weapon."

Zhou Weichan said in a low voice.

"Investigate first."

"Also, how many Blood Moving Martial Artists were killed yesterday?"

the white-robed elder asked.

"Reporting to the Spirit Sorcerer, we assassinated twelve Blood Moving Martial Artists in the Outer City yesterday."

"However, two of them were quite powerful and killed our people instead."

Zhou Weichan lowered his head, not daring to look at the white-robed elder.

"These people were elevated through secret methods, so they were inherently weaker than ordinary Blood Moving Martial Artists."

"If they were noticed by the enemy and killed in return, that is perfectly normal."

"Now that the Outer City has lost twelve Blood Moving Martial Artists, so much territory has been left vacant. We will not need to act again; they will slaughter each other on their own."

The white-robed elder sneered faintly.

"All of this was planned by the Spirit Sorcerer himself."

"I believe Linjiang City will soon fall under our control."

Zhou Weichan seemed to grow more excited.

"Do not rush."

"The Outer City is in chaos. The Inner City will soon follow."

"Go investigate who killed so many people at our stronghold."

"That person may have noticed something. He cannot be allowed to live."

The white-robed elder's tone turned darker.